Non-Erotic Poetrybody doubleTucked between mattresses
a rhyme and meter by which
to measure our worth.
Knuckles slapped,
count them
8, 8, 8, 8
Slide between like putty
between glass, molded
opaque, bonded.
Bring on the dancing bimbos
Carefully choreographed
shading sketched with charcoal
bring on the body double
things are about to get dangerous.
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